He chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds, then looked at her and nodded as he turned off the heat. She pointed to the sink, where a colander was wait...ng and watched him pour out the pasta and set the empty pot back on the stove.Her mother was now explaining some new thoughts she’d had about their vacation plans, so Jane hardly noticed as Peter returned to her, dragging his chair up to where she was standing, then sitting in front of her with his knees almost touching the wall on either side of. What's a guy to do, I contemplated divorce a few times but I love the bitch so. What about drink, no it would be one more thing she would bitch about. So what do I do; I find solace in my work.At the moment I'm am studying fungi and mushrooms. Did you now that we still know very little about half of all fungi, even to the extent that we don't know if there're poisonous or not. My firm thinks there is a lot to learn from fungi, cures for a lot of things. Great things fungi, lots of nice chemical. I’m here to help you. Are you hurt?’ No answer. ‘Hello. Let me help you.’ He could make out from the cry that it was a woman. He thought that maybe it was the drunk undertone in his voice that scared her but he sensed that something was very wrong and he simply had to find and help her. At that desperate moment, like a miracle, a car passed from the deserted road, its headlights helping to lift the darkness a little bit just for a second and Chris saw the woman a few feet away. She was lying. When I masturbated, it was never with my mother in my brain. As it should be, my fantasies were of women in string bikinis or bent over on hands and knees in some porn flick, offering her two nether openings to a cock twice the size of mine.She was my mother, for heaven's sake, and mothers are off limits. I had done a satisfactory amount of fucking by the time I graduated high school, but never desired to prong the mothers of any of my friends, not even the mothers who looked like sluts. Jeez,.